Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.